"Finally dead!"
Retracting his heat vision, Azuma Shoyo looked at the tall Kryptonian warrior before him—head pierced through, deader than dead—and instantly took off with the corpse, flying toward Eagle Sauce's territory.
Mid-flight, Azuma broke through the atmosphere, aimed at the distant moon, and hurled the body with all his might.
Watching the corpse rocket toward the lunar surface, Azuma nodded in satisfaction before diving back down toward the Eagle Sauce continent below.
The reason he'd tossed the tall Kryptonian's body onto the moon was simple: to keep it out of Eagle Sauce's hands.
Imagine if, the next time he visited the Batman v Superman world, a bunch of Doomsdays popped up because of this! That'd be a nightmare!
Dumping it on the moon meant human tech couldn't retrieve it—not yet, at least.
Not in the short term, anyway.
Plus, afterward, Azuma—or even Clark—could deal with it.
They could just chuck these Kryptonian corpses onto Mars. Or the sun… no, wait! Not the sun—what if they came back to life?
Mars it is, then.
Buried deep underground.
That's the safest bet!
A few kilometers west of Kent Farm:
A Kryptonian warrior was roaring for Azuma to show himself.
When Azuma arrived, that's the scene he walked into.
"So eager to die, huh?"
Azuma sneered, then accelerated in the next instant, diving down at 206 Mach.
BOOM!
The ground erupted as if struck by a missile—minus the flames and smoke, but otherwise identical.
The Kryptonian warrior was dragged underground by Azuma, pummeled relentlessly as they went. Azuma's fists rained down like a storm, smashing into the warrior's face.
The Kryptonian's armor visor shattered. Azuma had no idea how deep they'd gone, but sunlight definitely couldn't reach here.
"Your buddy's already on his way. Wouldn't want him to get lonely down there, so how about you join him?"
With that, Azuma's eyes flared, unleashing a blinding burst of heat vision that blasted the warrior's face at point-blank range.
"AAAAAHHH!!!"
The Kryptonian screamed in agony, thrashing like a pig at slaughter, impossible to hold still.
But it only lasted a moment. With a pop, his brain evaporated, and a crack followed as the back of his skull split open. The heat vision roared through, carving a bottomless hole into the earth below.
Double kill secured!
Azuma retracted his heat vision, eyeing the thoroughly dead warrior. Grabbing the corpse, he burst out of the ground and back to the surface.
Bang!
A dazzling sonic boom cloud bloomed in the sky.
Azuma shot out of the atmosphere at 206 Mach, then, following the same playbook, hurled this warrior's corpse toward the moon.
Once done, he looked down at Earth. The planet zoomed into focus in his vision until he spotted the battle raging on the streets of Smallville.
"Hmph! You're the only one left!"
Spotting Fiora pummeling Clark into submission, Azuma spun around and dove straight down.
Smallville—a once-peaceful town—was now filled with the sounds of explosions and machine-gun fire!
When Azuma arrived, he caught sight of several Eagle Sauce fighter jets swooping low, dropping air-to-ground missiles.
"Tsk tsk! Classic Eagle Sauce—bombing their own people," Azuma muttered under his breath.
Within the blast zone below, there were still a few survivors.
Not many.
Just a handful, hiding behind cover.
But Eagle Sauce dropped the missiles anyway, clearly not caring about their lives.
After all—
If they could take out the aliens, what's a few casualties?
Don't you know what "sacrificing the small for the greater good" means?
Your deaths have meaning!
The next second—
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion rocked the town.
Flames engulfed large swathes of Smallville. At the epicenter, Clark and Fiora—under the hopeful gazes of Eagle Sauce's top brass—burst out of the fire the next moment.
And they kept fighting, trading blows like nothing had happened.
Eagle Sauce: "…"
They were stunned.
Completely numb!
What was up with these aliens?
Air-to-ground missiles couldn't even kill them?
Seriously, how are you still unscathed?
Even that bright red cape was intact! It's making our missiles look like trash!
Eagle Sauce's leadership fell silent.
For a moment, they weren't sure whether to escalate to bigger weapons.
But… the next step up was nukes!
What, were they supposed to be the first country in the world to nuke their own soil?
Even if they won, it'd be a Pyrrhic victory—killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own!
And what if they didn't win?
They'd already calculated how fast these aliens could move.
That speed… even intercontinental ballistic missiles couldn't catch up!
How do you fight that?
Forget it, forget it!
Let them fight it out among themselves first.
See who comes out on top, then decide.
In the end—
Eagle Sauce's top brass opted to sit back and watch the tigers fight.
Let them duke it out.
Once it's over, they'd figure out their next move based on the outcome.
In short:
They chickened out!
"I was born a Kryptonian warrior, trained through countless trials to become what I am today. And you? Where'd you train? On a farm?"
Fiora hammered Clark with punch after punch, beating him down without giving him a chance to fight back.
On paper, Clark was stronger than Fiora.
But he'd spent years suppressing his power. The only time he'd cut loose was during that spar with Azuma.
Other than that, he'd never really fought anyone seriously.
Now, facing Fiora—a natural-born warrior with top-tier training—Clark couldn't match her skill.
It was like a physically gifted amateur going up against a slightly less gifted but professionally trained fighter.
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